>>6157372"Playground?" The boy you thought of and knew as Freckles said hopeful, but you were more suspicious. After how they'd been treating you all last night and this morning, they couldn't have a real playground here, could they? But still, you ran off with the others, just in case some instructor was hiding nearby to hit you over the head again.
And nearly ran face first into Chief Petty Officer Mendez' chest. You had to quickly stop yourself from grimacing as he looked down at you as you stepped back, and saw the rest of the trainers. The other children stopped just behind you, their hopes of games and fun dashed
"Its time for the playground" Mendez said, in a tone that might've been his version of cheerful "It's a short run, fall in"
That was a lie. As was the promise of an actual playground, but you figured it would be. What they called a playground, was instead a collection of what looked like a forest stripped of its branches and leaves. Wooden poles, twenty meters tall if you had to guess. Connected by rope nets and bridges that crisscrossed and intersected one another and swayed high off the ground, like a maze raised off the ground. There were slide poles and ropes with knots tied in them to climb, and swings and platforms hanging by ropes or held up by wooden legs. There were also ropes slung through pulleys, attached to baskets that looked big enough to fit even a boy of your size inside of them!
"Trainees" Mendez snapped, halting your study of the bizarre forest of nets and poles "Form four lines"
The instructors moved, but you and the others formed the lines without complaining or questioning
"The first person in every row will be team number one" He explained "The second person in each row will be team number to and so on. If you do not understand this, speak up now"
No one did. Maybe the rest of these kids weren't as dumb as you thought they were.
Looking left and right, you wanted to see who was on your team, and cringed as you realized the shirts you wore had nametags on them....and numbers? Yours was Zero Thirty Three. What did that mean? What was it for? And who was standing next to you, and what were their names and confusing numbering?
>Nesta -097, Jorge-052, and James-005>Shika-108, Ralph-103, and Jerome-092>Dimas-012, Daisy -023, and Jori-149>Cal-141, Illya-077, and Kurt-051That took a lot longer to write than I expected, couldn't think of a time a decision to vote on would fit until the playground. Also had to pull out my copy of fall of reach to make sure I got the order/ details right. But its done. Its here. I am going to bed, and will try to get at least one update out tomorrow, but will aim for more
>>6157300>>6157304Aw I'm touched, I really am!
>>6157320Probably just been reading too late into the evening
